So. it was actually a pretty decent day. The sky wasn't raining men, or frogs...or sandwiches, even though I wouldn't mind the third option. Note to self, eat something when finishing. Anyways. So, I realized that the majority of this note will not make any sense what so ever, so I advise you, for your own health (Blood pressure, stroke attacks, Tetanus, etc) do not read further than this. Well, this. I mean this. No but seriously, this.

...INVISIBLE PINK NARWHALS.

Now, where was I? Ah, yes. So. I decided to write a story that happened to be once. when I was asleep. So you can't say I made it up. So shut up. Don't make m-...

OH MY GOD IT'S A NARWHAL!

Now.

Some time ago, when I was asleep, I had a vision. it was a vision about a gallant knight, who served his king with respect, and loyalty. So, once day, this knight, whom I will name Sir I-got-no-name-but-I-look-hot-a-lot. Or, Bob, on short. Well, Bob was walking around a feud of his, minding his own business, when suddenly a GIANT DRAGON CRASHED DOWN ON THE TOWN HALL. The peasants, (Also known as the angry mob with torches and pitchforks ) were frozen in terror, as the major died horribly in the accident. They also report that there were 7 injuries, and from there, 5 ended with death. Anyways, sir Bob, being a good knight and all, went to the dragon, and said that he should fly away before he would draw his sword and make delicious dragon kabob from it. BUT, as we all know, dragons are those major badasses in each movie. Like the one where the dragon had sun glasses and spoke with a Jamaican ascent. No? Nobody? ...WELL FINE.

ANYWAYS, the dragon, being awesome and stuff, stood up, and fucking ate that motherfuc- Oh wait, I'm not Samuel Jackson, am I? Sadly. Well, the dragon ate the knight Bob, and he died. Well, the whole town was sad and stuff, and decided they will do what every medical angry mob with torches and pitchforks would do. Can you guess? Yeah. They took an RPG and killed the dragon with style....

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